The Silent Room

Plenty of things on my mind. Most of them have completely nothing to do with each other.

Hmm. Rain.

“The birth of a hero is complete with his death.”

“I think I should become one those deaf-mutes. Or should I?”

I’m not going to let someone who bothers little about me bother with my weekend plans.

I need something less pterol consuming.

I can’t wait for the auto-manual hybrid technology to reach our shores at affordable prices.

If the dude is only that big and is already worrying about his blood-sugar levels…

I find myself fleeting around purposeless plenty of times. Knowing too well what should be done, yet unable to find the drive to do it.

“I don’t need you to tell me things I already know”

Was I really sincere when I said I would unfasten the chains?

Cold mango slices, and pour some molten chocolate on them.

I long for plenty of things. Especially the warmth of human skin.

I miss my ponytail.

A lot of people seem to misunderstand my actions.

I’m terrible at keeping track of my money.

I wonder what happened to my Warcraft skills. Must be pretty terrible by now.

Void.

You.